Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.